You jolt awake in a frenzy, heart pumping, and glance at the clock. Then you look for your bag, yep, still fucking there. Alright. Another day of this shit. Maybe today you can get to work. Let's go. You pack your bag and head out the door. There are kids playing tag. A young girl hanging up a lost dog poster. A couple taking selfies in front of a brick wall. You keep pushing on. A man in a red baseball cap hurries by, head down. A businesswoman talks too loudly on her phone. You remember that this is when Sawyer usually runs into you, you turn to see them, hoping to get a jump start on getting to know them, only they aren't there. Huh, maybe you're running faster. While you are looking you feel a tug on your shoulder. You turn back to see a teen in a jean jacket and beanie running away at full speed. With your bag. Mother fucker!
What do you do?
